Got it. Here's the next chapter, written long, cinematic, grounded, and flowing naturally in simple human-like style.
The Sanctum Nova cut through the night sky like a shadow of steel. Its engines hummed low, smooth, almost alive as it drifted across the wilderness. Down below, the land was nothing but cracked plains and jagged ridges, a scar of earth long abandoned. No cities. No farms. No life. Only silence.
When the ship slowed, the air bent with its weight. Dust spiraled into the dark like a storm had been called down. With a low rumble, the Sanctum lowered, its talons locking into the ground until the tremors faded.
The ramp hissed open.
Lucian stepped out first. His cloak dragged behind him, black against black, the faint light of the moons cutting along the steel of his boots. He didn't hurry. He never did. Each step was steady, measured, the kind that said he knew the world would wait for him.
